They keep telling me all you need is love.
That I should be the one to love you.
As if my love could really do anything for you.
And I wish it could, would.
If I knew my love would fix you I would love you in a heartbeat.
But it’s not that simple, and it is not my love you need.
I am here. I care. I cry. I pray. I cry. I cry.
Through tears I beg with God, please show me what it looks like to love.
In an instant my eyes are open, seeing clearer than I ever have before.
There I am in the fullness of my sin, and there He is in the midst of it all.
There I am on the strayed path, and there He is reaching out to bring me in.
It was hard to love me, but He did.
So now I know what it looks like to love.
There you are in the fullness of your sin, and there I am in the midst of it all.
There you are on the strayed path, and there I am reaching out to bring you to Him.
It is still hard to love you, but I will.
Because it is not my love you need but it is my love that will lead you to Him.